You know what I hate?

Mosquitoes. Seriously, those little buggers just don't leave. So here is me, eating, or some other unimportant action, and suddenly - BZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzz. So, I turn around to whack it, but then it's gone, across them room, in my water, or wherever the hell mosquitoes go. And then, I live in constant fear for the next ten minutes. Every time anything merely brushes my skin, I go nuts, thinking perhaps that the pest has returned. But it hasn't, so I relax. And then - BZZZZZZZzzzzZZZz. AGAIN. And the cycle repeats. 

The there's night time. You know, that horrible moment when you're just about to sleep, when that damn mosquito comes back, and, voila, a precious half hour of sleep wasted while you swat everything in your room EXCEPT the bug. What's even worse is when there's blood in it. I mean, whose blood is that? There's really no way to tell; perhaps it's yours, or perhaps it's some hobo's, the concept of which is a tad disturbing.

Maybe we should take some action. Maybe we should make a movement. We'll call it the No More Itchies Movement. Mosquito haters (a.k.a the whole world) unite! (End with inspirational saying)

Until Next Time, my fellow Bug Swatters!